A/N: This update took way longer than it was suppose to but it's a little longer than I originally planned so I split it into two separate chapters. Which means as soon as I finish my other two fanfics I'll have another update! By the way, I've started a new progress type thing on my profile and I'll be updating that regularly to give you guys an idea of how it's going.
xoxo Kate.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gossip Girl or its characters

Rated: T mostly for language.

Blair jumped in her seat, startled as the bell to change classes sounded. She had been lost in thought about the last picture, why did it feel like she had ruined so much that day. Sleeping with Nate had been a mistake and she knew that now. As she stood up from her desk she matched step with Serena.

"Aww, there's still pictures left." Serena said frowning.

Blair couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry S, I'll see you at the end of the school day and you can look at the whole album."

Serena's eyes lit up. This whole day had been so exciting. She finally felt like Chuck had managed to win Blair over again and she couldn't be happier for her best friend and her pseudo step brother. "Promise?"

"Scouts honor." Blair said raising three fingers. How she still remembered the Girl Scout's symbol of trust was a mystery to her.

Serena rolled her eyes. "That doesn't count B! You were a Brownie for like sixty minutes and in those sixty minutes you put glue in Olivia Farrington's hair, made fun of the Girl Scout songs, and got into an argument with the troupe leader."

"Oh come on S, I was more mature than our troupe leader." Blair said giggling.

"You're probably right but still you can't use scout's honor. It doesn't mean anything to you!" Serena said crossing her arms as they reached the steps of the Met. It was lunchtime and Serena knew Blair well enough to know that she wasn't going to want to share all this stuff with the other girls.

Blair took one look at the girls on the steps and held out her pinky. "How about a pinky promise, is that good enough?" She asked, knowing full well that Serena would never doubt the sacredness of a pinky promise

Serena smiled and nodded, hooking her pinky with Blair's. She couldn't remember the last time that they had done this and it just felt good to be silly with her best friend.

Chuck smiled and reached out his hand to shake Mr. Fleming's. "Thank you, very much Mr. Fleming. I won't let you guys down again."

Mr. Fleming took Chuck's hand. He still wasn't sure that this was the best decision for the company or for himself; however, the board had voted and quite honestly they couldn't very well have someone around who was doing the kinds of things Jack was; it wasn't good PR. "Chuck I hope your father was right. I hope we have made the right decision this time because this game of CEO yoyo is getting old quickly. The company needs stability and leadership."

Chuck nodded his head. "Of course." He then turned to address the board, "Now unless there is any other business to attend to, I'd like to call this meeting to a close."

Blair practically floated into her next class. She couldn't deny that up to this point, her trip down memory lane had been incredible. It was like Chuck knew things about her that even she had forgotten. However, as she looked at the remaining stack of pictures she knew that with that many left, there were going to be pictures that reminded her of some unhappy times.

As she picked up the next photo, she couldn't help but roll her eyes. It was of Nate and Chuck together in Monaco for Christmas. Sometimes Chuck was so infuriating. She clearly remembered her hatred of him at that time. He had sent her to the bathroom a few too many times with all of his threats about revealing their secret to Nate. She flipped over the photo. "I never intended to tell him, I was only trying to keep you from going back to him" was written at the center with, "Christmas in Monaco with Nate" in the bottom corner.

Blair's face blanched at the next photograph. She had been furious when it was made and her smile was clearly forced. Chuck had reminded her just what kind of guy he used to be that day and the kind of guy that still lingered somewhere inside of him. What had her mom been thinking giving Dorota a camera for Christmas? After receiving the camera, Dorota ran around taking pictures for months.

"What are you doing here Chuck?" Blair asked as she stood up from the chaise lounge in the living room. Chuck was for some reason unbeknownst to her, standing in her foyer.

Chuck smirked. After his vacation in Monaco he felt like his head was finally clear. He was Chuck Bass and no girl, not even Blair Waldorf, bossed him around. He had played the obedient little puppy for her long enough. If she wanted to play games, game on. "What's wrong lover, not happy to see me?"

Blair glared as she walked into the foyer. "You know I'm not Chuck and don't call me that. I told you, whatever was going on between us, it's over. Nate and I are going to be together again, just like we should have been all along."

"Have you already forgotten how good it was with us . . . lover?" Chuck said in a low voice, speaking the last word with heavy emphasis, before taking a couple of menacing steps forward.

Blair actually backed up, Chuck just didn't act like this around her. This was how he was with other girls, not her. If she was anyone else, she would have been afraid, but Chuck wouldn't do anything to hurt her; she knew he wouldn't. "What's wrong with you?" Blair asked working hard to keep the trembling that WAS NOT due to fear out of her voice.

Chuck stepped forward again until his body was practically against hers. He reached up with one hand and stroked her jaw. "Nothing's wrong with me babe." He said his breath hot against her cheek. "I just wanted to see you." As he finished speaking he could hear Blair's quickening heart beat as her breath became ragged.

"Chuck, just leave." She said her voice merely a whisper. She was back with Nate and they couldn't be doing this.

Slowly, Chuck bent his head down to her neck. He had to reach up with one hand, to pull the fabric of her dress away and he felt her shiver as his fingertips touched her skin. This time, he spoke with his lips practically touching her neck. "I see I haven't lost my touch."

Blair didn't speak at first, her voice felt frozen, along with the rest of her body. "Please, Chuck." She finally managed.

His lips were hovering millimeters over her neck, "Please what Blair?" He didn't wait for her to answer. Instead he spoke once more. "Please kiss you?" Again, Blair didn't speak soon enough, so he answered for her. "Okay, whatever you wish." At that, his lips touched the hollow of her throat.

A moan unwillingly escaped her lips as Chuck continued his kisses from her neck, up her throat, to the sensitive spot behind her ear. The moan only served to encourage him, as he brought his kisses to trail down her jaw. Right as his lips would have touched her own, Blair took both hands and pushed him away. "Don't. Do. That. Again." Blair said an angry lift to her shaking voice. She didn't even notice that her back was against the wall until Chuck took a step forward effectively trapping her.

Chuck placed his hands on her shoulders before sliding them down to grip her arms. He brought his face close to her own and said quietly in her ear. "That's not what you used to say Waldorf."

Now she couldn't deny it anymore, she was scared. She had always known what Chuck was capable of. She had born witness to it before but he was different with her; he was Chuck, the guy who was once her best friend the one who took care of her when her dad left, the guy who told her that she was beautiful. "Chuck, no." She whispered as he kissed her neck, but he didn't even act as though he had heard her. She couldn't stop the tremors of her body as Chuck kissed her hard on the mouth. Her mind flashed to what she had seen him do to a girl at a party once. Chuck pushing the girl who had dared to refuse him against a wall and pinning her there while he felt her up. All it took was that memory to make her tremble from head to toe. She struggled slightly, trying to use her hands to push him away; but as she did he moved his hands to hold her wrists, bringing them above her head and holding them there with one of his hands. The other left to roam her body.

Chuck kissed her like there was no tomorrow. He used his tongue to open her mouth as he deepened the kiss. He was going to remind her what it was like to be with him, he thought as he brought his hands above her head. His other hand grasped her thigh and ran up under her dress. He heard Blair whimper and he took it to mean that she was enjoying this as well. This is how things were with them, rough and passionate. As he broke the kiss for a moment to breathe he caught the frightened look in Blair's eyes. He shook it off; Blair would never be scared of him. He began to lean back in when he felt something wet on his skin and the sound of her voice.

"Please." Blair said quietly through her tears. Chuck pulled back slightly and looked in her eyes once more, as she spoke again. "Please, don't do this Chuck, you're hurting me."

Between the look in her eyes, the tears on her cheeks, and the pleading tone in her voice, something inside Chuck broke. It was if he had just awakened from some kind of trance. What the hell was he doing? He let go of her wrists and took two steps back.

"Get out." She said through gritted teeth as she rubbed her newly released wrists. The tears falling down her face now tears of anger instead of fear. "I said GET OUT!" She screamed

Chuck stumbled a little, taking another step back. "Blair . . . I didn't." He said almost stuttering. Even though her voice was strong, he could still see the frightened look in her eyes. "Don't be scared of me Blair."

Blair took two steps forward and slapped him hard across the face. "What part of 'get out' do you not understand?"

Chuck reached out to touch her face and she knocked his hand away. "Blair, I'm sorr . . ." Chuck began.

Blair interrupted her voice cracking as she spoke. "I thought I was different Chuck. I thought that you would never do something like this to me." She looked away as she finished.

"I didn't mean to Blair" He said grabbing her face in his hands and turning her to face him. "I got carried away and I'm sorry. I thought you were enjoying."

She curled her lip in disgust as she jerked away. She spat sarcastically at him. "Oh yes, because I normally cry when I'm turned on."

Chuck ran a hand over his head. How had things gone so wrong so fast? "I said I'm sorry Blair, I just didn't want to lose you."

Blair glared. "And of course, rape is always the way to go."

"I didn't . . . I would never." Chuck said, mouth gaping.

"It's not like you haven't done it before" She spat.

Chuck felt like he had been shot. He couldn't believe that Blair had just said that. "I would never have hurt you like that."

"BECAUSE I BEGGED YOU TO STOP" She shouted, tears returning to her eyes.

Chuck shook his head. "Blair . . ."

Once again, she interrupted. "Thank you for reminding me why I chose Nate over you." She said, venom dripping from each word.

Suddenly Chuck was angry. He locked his jaw into place before letting loose on her. "Well I think you better rethink that, unless you want dear Nathaniel to find out about the fact that you weren't even close to being a virgin when he finally managed tap that ass of yours."

"You wouldn't." Blair said, mouth opening in surprise. How had this situation turned on her so quickly.

Chuck smirked. "Oh, I would. Stay away from Nathaniel or I tell him everything." Chuck said turning to leave just as the elevator dinged and Dorota stepped out.

"Miss. Blair, Mister Chuck, smile for photo." Dorota said.

Blair glared. "Not now Dorota."

Chuck on the other hand grinned and walked back to Blair, placing an arm around her. "Oh come on Blair, what would one photo hurt?"

Blair was almost in pain as she flipped the photo over. Why would Chuck have included this picture? This was so not a reminder to her that they were good together. "I was a monster that day and I am so sorry. I didn't realize that your protest wasn't more than a simple front. I should have and I have never forgiven myself." She was about to cry as she looked down at the caption. Miss Blair and Mister Chuck. It was clearly in Dorota's handwriting. She looked at the next picture and saw it was one Serena had snapped of them at the pool party. She quickly flipped it over. "I never should have blackmailed you. I should have known that that wasn't the way to get you back; I just couldn't stand the sight of you and Nate together. It hurt too much." She looked at the caption, it was in Serena's handwriting this time, My Bestie with Evil Incarnate (aka Blair Waldorf and my soon to be stepbrother, Chuck Bass). Serena would write something that long, thought Blair to herself as she looked at the next photograph. It was of her and Chuck on the steps of Constance. His hand was on her stomach and she was reaching to knock him away. Apparently someone had been keeping an eye on them. She flipped over the photo. "I know I should have never done what I was about to do in this photo. But I want you to know that if you had been pregnant and it had been mine, I would have done the right thing by you." There was no caption.

Chuck knew he had to talk to all the board members, accepting their congratulations; but there was someplace else he wanted to be. He had made some fairly elaborate plans tonight to tell Blair about being CEO in the case that they did indeed succeed. He had found an amazing, secluded restaurant that he knew she would adore. He had had to pull some serious strings which was unusual for him, in order to get a table there tonight. Usually, I'm Chuck Bass did the trick. But he knew that there was no need to rush things here; Blair wouldn't be home from school for another couple of hours and he expected her to wait until then to call.

Blair picked up the next photo. She definitely had no idea that this one existed and it was probably the last thing that she wanted a photo of. It was a downward shot of her and Chuck at the Palace Bar the night after the last photo; it would have to be a still from a security camera of sorts. That night was one that had haunted her for so long afterwards that she wasn't sure how to handle seeing the photo.

"What are you doing here?" Chuck asked, glaring at Blair. As of right now, she was the last person on earth he wanted to see. After running back to Nate at the Debutante Ball and pretending like what they had been was nothing for the past two months, she had to go and spill the beans to Nate that he was the other guy. After all she was certainly the only other person who had known about their tryst that had apparently meant so little to her.

"I came to congratulate you in person." Blair said glaring at Chuck as she took a seat on the barstool. In truth, she was here because she had no where else to go and the moment that she realized that, she remembered Chuck's promise that no matter what he would always be here for her. So regardless of the fact that it was because of him her life was a mess, she knew that he would help her pick up the pieces. "You've ruined my relationship with Nate, Serena, the girls at school; even little Jenny thinks she's too good for me." Blair was a little put off by the fact that Chuck was staring into his glass of scotch and seemingly not paying attention to her. Sure she was annoyed with him for getting her into this mess but Nate had said that Jenny was the one who spilled her secret to everyone. She needed Chuck's help to take down that little bitch. So she continued. "Bravo, now I have no one to turn to but you." She spoke softly, tilting her head slightly and waiting for Chuck's response.

Chuck breathed in deeply, inhaling the scent of his scotch. He couldn't take this anymore. He couldn't continue always being second best in Blair's mind. He had done it for seventeen years and it was killing him. This time he was the one choosing Nate. "Actually you don't even have me." He said facing her for the first time since she had began talking.

"Excuse me." She spoke authoritatively, even though alarms were sounding inside of her head.

Chuck kept looking at her. He had to do this; he had to do this or he would never be free of Blair Waldorf. He would always be her little lap dog. "Let me be more succinct." Saying what he was about to say was going to hurt him as much as it hurt her, but he reminded himself one more time, he had to do this. "You held a certain fascination, when you were beautiful, untouched. Now you're like one of those Arabians my father used to own; rode hard and put away wet." He could tell his words were hurting her, he was calling her a slut and praying on her greatest insecurities, but whatever was going on between them had to stop. "I don't want you anymore and I can't see why anyone else would." As soon as he finished he looked away. He had to look her strait in the eye to deliver the message or she would have seen through him but he knew that if he looked at her right now while she was crumbling to pieces right next to him, he would take it all back.

Blair couldn't believe her ears, how could Chuck say such awful things to her? She wouldn't have believed him if he hadn't looked her directly in the eye as he said them because after all Chuck never lied to her. Therefore, what he said must have been true. The only guy who had ever really wanted her didn't. The biggest man-whore in Manhattan thought she was a slut. The only guy who had ever told her that she was beautiful and meant it, no longer thought so. The guy who used to be her best friend had just told her that she didn't have him to turn to. Everything was awful, she wanted out and she wanted out now. So she stood up and walked from the bar without another word.

Chuck took one glance at her retreating figure before dropping his head into his hands. What the hell had he just done? Watching her walk away had felt like she was dragging a part of him off with him and it may very well have been the only part of himself that he liked to begin with.

Blair turned over the photo, tears already brimming. "Blair, I'm so sorry for what I said that night. I was just so tired of coming in second to Nate that I thought my life would be better without you in it. I was so wrong." The bottom said simply, "Palace Bar, 1/27/08" She had been so stupid that night. At that point she had had no idea what Chuck had done. She really thought that Jenny had been the one to send the blast. If she had known it was Chuck, she would have never bothered. As she looked at the next photo she remembered all too clearly, how exactly she found out about what Chuck had done. She and Chuck were smiling as they sat in a booth at a very closed Butter.

"Where are you going Blair?" Hazel asked, watching Blair grab her coat.

Penelope, always having to add something to anything Hazel said, turned her head. "Yeah, Blair, don't you want to get some rest, SAT's start in ten hours?"

Blair glared at them. She didn't feel like dealing with her minions at the moment, even though she was trying to win them back over. She looked back down at her phone, perplexed, before looking back at the girls. "Actually, I do better with less sleep. Plus, I'm too wired. I'll be back in an hour or so." She said stepping into the elevator.

Butter wasn't far from her home but she took a cab anyway just in case. It was after all late. The cab driver rolled his eyes when she told him where she was headed, since she was only traveling three blocks. She walked up to the door and tried it, surprised to find it locked. She took her phone from her purse and sent an angry text message. Moments later Chuck opened the door.

"Sorry, I didn't think you were coming." He said quietly as he opened the door. He had given up on her showing up at least half an hour ago. The note said nine so nine thirty was within reason, or even a little after that but it was ten o'clock and he had given up hope.

Blair walked in. Butter looked strange without anyone there. "I didn't think I was either." She said in way of response. It was the truth; it had been completely a last minute decision. She was simply hoping that he would still be here.

Chuck smiled at her before looking away, embarrassed. "Well I'm glad you did."

Blair shrugged. "What can I say? I was intrigued when you passed me that note today in the courtyard. I mean really Chuck, notes so aren't your style. 'Meet me at Butter at nine.' How is it that we are here alone anyway? And I'm Chuck Bass, doesn't count." Blair said raising her eyebrows.

Chuck walked over to the bar and reached around behind, grabbing a bottle of scotch and two glasses and sitting them on the counter. "What if I am Chuck Bass is the right answer?" He asked with a smirk before continuing. "Actually, I rented out the place for the night?"

"To talk to me?" Blair asked astonished.

"Yeah." Chuck said with a shrug. He didn't want it to be a big deal. He just knew that he had to see her. So he poured two glasses of scotch and handed one to her.

Blair just nodded as she took the glass of scotch. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed Chuck. Of course the sex had been great but it wasn't worth losing their friendship over. So she said exactly what she was thinking, knowing that there was currently a wall between them; one that she had every intention of shattering tonight. "I missed you, you know."

This time it was Chuck's turn to nod. "I know Waldorf, I missed you too." Chuck looked as though he was about to continue but Blair raised her hand slightly, letting him know, she wanted to say something.

She took a sip of her scotch before she continued. She knew that there was about a ninety nine percent chance that she was about to start crying so she needed to brace herself. Then suddenly she got out her camera. "Wait I want a picture of us before I start crying." She said as she laughed.

Chuck complied, he knew how Blair was with pictures, she wanted photos for everything. So he got up on the bar and pulled a laughing Blair with him. She reached out the camera and snapped a shot of them with the Butter sign in the background, before turning to Chuck.

He could tell that she was serious now as she looked him in the eye.

Here goes nothing, Blair thought diving in headfirst. "My whole life was falling apart when I came to you that night at the Palace. I needed you Chuck, I needed you and you weren't there. I needed my Chuck that guy who used to be my best friend and instead I got the guy that everyone else sees. You said some of the worst things I think anyone has ever said to me. And after that I almost left for France, not because of everyone else, but because I felt like I had lost the one person I knew I could always count on."

Chuck suddenly interrupted her. "I didn't know that you almost left." He said softly. How had he not known this? Chuck Bass knew everything.

She nodded in response. "Serena stopped me. I wanted to be anywhere but here after those things that you said to me." That's when her voice started cracking. "You broke your promise Chuck; the one you made the day my dad left. And it hurt me so badly. I was sick a lot." Blair said looking away.

Chuck interrupted again. "What?!?! Why didn't you call me?" Damn it this was his fault, he had done this to her. He wanted her out of his life because she had caused him so much pain and he had done the same in return. His being away from her wasn't supposed to hurt her even more.

Blair looked back. "Dorota tried but I wouldn't let her. I told her I didn't want to see you. And that day at school when Jenny dumped yogurt on my head, you just stood there and watched. It hurt Chuck, it hurt like that summer after eighth grade."

As Blair finally finished he took one of her hands. "I'm sorry." He looked down at her hand, still in his. "I am so sorry." He looked back up at her. "The worst thing is, I wanted you to hurt. I wanted you to hurt, like you had hurt me. And I . . ." This was hard for him, all of it was. "I couldn't let you back in when I expected you to simply run to Nate again the second he wanted you." Chuck looked away as he finished.

"So what changed?" Blair asked quietly. Her answer told him all sorts of things, the most important one being that she was forgiving him.

Chuck met her eyes. "I was wrong. I can't not have you in my life Blair. If it's just as friends, that's okay, but I can't pretend like you don't exist."

Blair looked away briefly before turning back. "I can't either. I was so mad at you that I tried, but it didn't work." Suddenly Blair smiled. "And now I won't have to right?"

"Right." Chuck said with a smile. God it was good to see her smile.

"Well then," Blair said with a smirk. "I could use your help getting even with Jenny Humphrey."

Chuck smirked in return, this was perfect. "Of course, what did the little brat do?"

Blair looked at him astounded. Of course Chuck didn't know, if he had he would have taken Jenny down himself a long time ago! After all, it was her fault Chuck and Nate weren't friends. "Jenny sent the awful blast, then she ran to Nate and told him that you were the other guy." Blair said by way of explanation.

Chuck's stomach dropped. Blair thought Jenny was the one who sent the blast. She had just been mad at him for the whole conversation in the bar, not because he sent the blast. And all of his reasons for being mad at her in the first place had just disappeared; Jenny had told Nate, not Blair.

Blair looked at him curiously. "What is it Chuck?"

He knew better than to try to keep this hidden from her, she would figure it out eventually and if he came clean now there was more of a chance that she would forgive him. "Blair, Jenny didn't send the Gossip Girl blast." Chuck said cautiously as Blair slightly cocked her head. "I did." He finished, waiting for her wrath.

Blair felt like her entire body was screaming. Chuck had been the one to send the blast, to ruin her reputation; he had done this to her. She looked at him with hurt filled eyes.

As Blair looked at him he knew what was going to happen next was much worse than her anger.

"How could you?" She gasped; her lip trembling at this ultimate betrayal.

Chuck's jaw locked, in an attempt to keep from crying himself. "I was angry at you for what you'd said on the steps that day. In that moment I hated you for making me feel like that. That's what I meant about wanting to hurt you."As the tears fell down her face Chuck handed her a handkerchief from his suit pocket. "I'm sorry I thought you knew."

Blair glared at him refusing the handkerchief. "Don't speak to me again. Don't touch me again. Don't even look at me again." She said, rage filling her voice. "Any association that we have had is done after this moment." With that she stood and left.

Blair flipped over the photo to see what exactly Chuck had to say about that evening. "I thought that you knew. I'm sorry." She looked down at the caption. It was one of hers, Butter with Chuck. She looked on to the next picture, unsure of what exactly she was looking at. It was her, Hazel, Penelope, and Chuck posing in front of Socialista. She flipped over the picture to see what Chuck had written and was surprised to find quite a bit. "I know that you probably don't know why this picture is here. It's the night after you took down Jenny. You and the girls went out and you got drunk. You called me at like 3am to come pick you up." Blair looked at the caption Night out with the Girls. And suddenly she remembered, mortified.

"Chuck Bass, you came!" Blair called running out of Socialista.

Chuck took one look at Blair and his suspicions were confirmed. All she had said on the phone was that she needed someone to pick her up, so he had hoped perhaps that she had gotten passed their little rift. However as he took in her appearance, short dress, high heels, and stumbling feet, it seemed as though the more probable option was indeed the case; Blair Waldorf had drunk dialed him. "Get in the limo Blair." Chuck said, trying to keep his eyes off the swooping neckline of her dress. He might need to take a cab or else she might be mad at him for several other things in the morning.

"Aww, look, it's Prince Not-So-Charming and his shiny black steed." Blair said stumbling towards him.

Chuck rolled his eyes as he reached out his arms to steady her. "Come on Waldorf, let's get you home." Chuck saw a couple of guys checking Blair out and had the urgent desire to deck them.

Blair turned and spotted the guys. After giving them the trademark Waldorf I-don't-think-so glance she let her body attach itself to Chuck, fingers clutching his shirt. "What's wrong Bass, jealous?" She asked leaning closer and speaking in a seductive voice. "Because the way I see it, you shouldn't be. After all, I'm in your arms right now, not theirs. And I'm thinking you should ride me instead of the steed tonight."

Oh yeah, he was definitely going to be taking a cab. Just as he was about to toss Blair into the limo, Penelope and Hazel came stumbling out of the club.

"B, there you are!" Cried Hazel.

Penelope stumbled on forward to Chuck. "And look who she's found, well now isn't this a nice surprise." Penelope slurred.

Hazel rolled her eyes. "P you know you only want him cause he's Blair's current man of choice."

Chuck absorbed this information, extremely interested in this little conversation not noticing that Blair had wandered off. "And what else does Blair say about me?" He asked suggestively.

This time it was Penelope who rolled her eyes. "Ugh, she thinks we don't know but it's obvious that she's totally still hot for you. She brings you up without thinking about it."

Finally, Chuck looked up only to see Blair making out with a guy against the wall of the club. Damn it, when had she gotten over there. He dodged Hazel and Penelope and hurried over to Blair where he yanked off the mystery slimeball. "Blair. Limo. Now." He said through clenched teeth.

Blair smirked at Chuck. "What, I'm just having a little fun with . . ." She turned to the guy as she placed a hand on his chest. "What's your name again?"

The guy had a giddy look on his face as he supplied her answer. "Roger."

Blair turned back to Chuck. "Right, Robert. I think he wants to ride me too." She added, eyes glittering.

Chuck glared at the guy. "Cease and desist Robert."

"It's Roger." He huffed as he started walking away.

Blair reached out and grabbed his arm. "Wait, can you make our picture before you go, as a thank you for the kiss." She said drunkenly.

"Sure, why not." The guy shrugged as he backed up to make the picture.

"No, no, in front of the sign." Blair sighed prancing over and dragging Chuck with her. "Come on girls, get in the photo." She yelled, waving them over.

Chuck glared. "Blair . . ." Suddenly she met his gaze proving to him that she wasn't quite as drunk as he believed. In fact, she would likely remember all of this tomorrow, what was this, some kind of show she was putting on for him?

After meeting his gaze she pouted. "Come on Chuck, for me. Then I'll get in the limo and go home. Promise."

Blair had no clue what she was thinking that night. Really she hadn't been that drunk by the time she called Chuck. She was kind of faking it because she wanted to see him without all the constraints of society. If she was drunk that could be her excuse. She finished reading what he had written. "You made that slimeball you were kissing take this for us. You might not remember, or I could be correct in guessing that you weren't nearly as drunk as you pretended to be." Really she should have known better, of course Chuck knew she hadn't really been drunk drunk.

Blair sighed as the bell rang. Today was definitely flying by.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed lovelies. I had to do a lot of inventing flashbacks in the section but I really wanted to give a reason for the "Are you drunk dialing again?" comment in Women on the Verge. Reviews are always appreciated
xoxo
kate